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Awkward conversations are never something anyone enjoys, at least not when they're participating. Venice knew this all too well; the badger had been in more than a few rather recently, and the blank looks and raised eyebrows and other sources of obvious confusion were a bit too familiar to him. It wasn't any easier when it was a close friend, especially one he knew had a thing for him, as Harris did.

He figured he knew exactly what to expect when he was forced to tell the rat that the "sex toy" that he had found in Venice's dresser was actually his penis.

Harris' eyes darted between the object and his friend. "Dude, I dunno what they're teaching you in sex ed..."

"I'm serious, Harris. It's actually pretty expensive so don't play around with it."

"Okay, Ven, seriously, cut it out, I ain't exactly a genius but I do happen to be an expert on male anatomy, and if a penis isn't attached to the body there is something really messed up."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the case." Ven sighed, knowing he'd have to at least tell part of the story. "Look, you remember last summer when I was suddenly out of touch for about a month? You remember how I was working for that industrial company?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, when I was there I was in an accident...I don't really remember the details, I don't remember a lot from the few days around when it happened, but some machinery fell on me, and...well, it did a number on me down there. Like, damn bad. When they brought me to the ER, they were supposed to try to get the damage under control so we could discuss what to do, but the doctor decided to just take the whole thing without my consent."

Venice paused, taking note of Harris' slack-jawed gaping; he wasn't sure if the rat didn't believe him or was just horrified at the thought. "We got pretty huge settlements from both the company and the hospital for what happened...then I got contacted by a prosthetics company, asking if I wanted to take part in an experimental replacement program. These guys are doing a lot with nerve interfacing, building super-advanced prosthetics that can send signals to the nerves to try to simulate sensation in real body parts...obviously this isn't the usual thing they work with, but they wanted to give it a shot so that maybe they can improve off of it for the future..."

"Okay, okay, wait...you're saying this is a fake penis they made for you?"

"Just straight to the point, huh?"

"Well, I mean, fuck, I can't even imagine...but why is it-"

"Not attached?" Venice shrugged. "Sanitation, really. I mean, it's an area that tends to not be the cleanest all the time, you know? Plus, it's not exactly a full replacement; I can't pee through it, for example, I have to use something else for that, and there's no sense finagling with it all the time. I have a spot to attach it, but I only do that if I'm using it."

"Use it for what? You can't pee through it..."

"Well, it is supposed to do something...that is...well, uh, they wanted to try and make it so that it can still get me...uh, aroused."

Harris suddenly grinned cheekily. "They made ya a jerking tool? Exactly what kind of company is this?"

"It's not like that!" Venice growled; this was why he didn't want to explain this kind of thing all the time. "Looks, these guys are pros, they've got the most advanced prosthetics available, but what they really want to be able to do is make perfect replacements, stuff that does exactly what the real deal does. And they can't just do that by magic, they gotta know how it hooks up and how it does what it does. And when it comes to...well, this, that's one of those functions. It does more than just arousal, it's got all the types of things you can feel, touch and heat and pain and all that."

"I guess, but...it's still basically a sex toy."

"A sex toy with a PURPOSE. Ain't like this kind of opportunity happens to them every day...all the other parts got spared, so they've got the right interface to actually test something like this, so that maybe they can make one that eventually does work just like the real thing, for sex and everything else. Can you imagine what that might be like for the next unlucky guy to lose it? Or for, say, transgenders who could finally have a real workable change?"

"Okay, okay, I get it..." The rat still seemed like his thoughts were far less on the ramifications and more on considerably more juvenile thoughts. "So how does this thing work, exactly?"

"Well, like I said, it's not really all that complicated. The body's got sensors all over, and they send signals to some chips near the base. Those get transmitted wirelessly to other chips I have near the nerve endings in my groin, and from there the signals go where they're supposed to. I've got...uh, well, like I said, a mount, I guess, in the proper location, for the times when I do attach it...but it's kinda uncomfortable to leave in so I usually go without."

"That'd get ya a lot of questions if you ever got pantsed."

"Believe me, they won't want to know. Oh, yeah, the whole thing's battery-operated, too...rechargeable, thankfully. You flip a switch at the end that's supposed to attach and then it starts to do its thing."

"Huh..." Harris flipped it over in his hand, looking at the switch. "Wait, it doesn't have to be attached to work? Like, you could feel it anytime it's turned on?"

Venice nodded. "Yeah...and let me tell you, that can be a damn lot of trouble. Mom put it in the dishwasher one day to wash it, didn't realize it was turned on...fuck, I was screaming in agony for half an hour, right in the goddamn middle of class, the school nurse thought I had fuckin' lost it completely."

"Holy shit. Was she trying to kill you or something?"

"Of course not! She didn't know it was on. Besides, I can't really blame her, it's not like there's an instruction booklet about how to care for a prosthetic penis. All the same, she let's me do all the washing now."

"I bet...so...ever banged anyone with it?"

"Why did I know that question was coming?" the badger replied with a scowl.

"Well, dude, come on, anyone would ask that!"

"For your information, NO, I have not."

"Why not? I mean, how're you gonna know if it feels right when you're having sex unless you actually have sex with it? And don't tell me you can't compare it to nothin', I know you've gotten busy with at least one person before...this happened."

Venice shook his head and sighed. "I...guess...but for fuck's sake, how do you even go about that kinda thing? 'Hey, I think you're attractive and wanna do you, also I have a fake penis and I want to see how it feels inside you.' Jesus, that even sounds creepy to ME."

"Oh, I dunno, I think you know someone who'd be more than happy to help you out there!"

"What are you...wait...Harris, don't you-ah!" Venice started to stand up when a sudden sensation coursed through him, not exceptionally strong but unexpected enough to cause him to stumble back onto the bed.

Harris grinned mischievously at him, gently caressing the prosthetic, pleased at how effective it seemed to be. This hadn't been the way he'd been trying to get into the badger's pants, but really, when did those kinds of things go as expected anyway? "Seems like it's pretty effective...c'mon, Ven, don't'cha have a little bit of curiosity? And don't'cha wanna know if it works like you want it to? Never gonna know unless you try it out, you know..."

"Nggggh...goddammit, Harris..."

"What'sa matter, don't have a comeback? Then just sit tight and enjoy!" The rat brought the prosthetic up to his mouth and gave it a long, drawn-out lick, causing Venice to throw his head back in a loud, shaky moan. To him it was a beautiful sound, one he'd hoped to hear for a while, and it pleased him to no end to be drawing it out of him. He continued licking and sucking, grinning widely at the panting, strained badger clutching the bedcovers.

Ooh, if he thought that was good... He suddenly dove down, enveloping the bulk of the prosthetic with his mouth, deepthroating it expertly. The response was basically immediate and electric - Venice yelled out as his orgasm hit fiercely, loosing the contents of his balls straight into his pants and underwear. The speed of it caught Harris slightly by surprise, and he pulled off of the tool in order to express it. "Dude, I've never seen anyone blow that fast. How pent up are you?" This only earned a breathless growl from the badger, which had no impact on him. "Oh relax, cum washes out easily. But seriously, haven't you even masturbated with this thing before?"

"Rrrgh...no, I haven't, it just...feels strange. Like, it works like before, but I can't get used to it..."

"Jesus, Venice, I'm doing you a bigger favor than I thought! Where's your lube, I'm gonna get you drained and feeling less weird if it kills me!"

"Don't count that out too quickly..." Venice grumbled, but Harris could tell he was giving in. "...In the dresser next to where I keep it, I usually use some if I have it attached so that it doesn't chafe down there."

"Good man! Why don't you get more comfortable while I prep this?" Harris dove in eagerly, quickly snatching up the bottle and generously covering the fake penis almost all the way to the base. The tool was quite solid and stiff to the touch, and to him that felt like the foremost drawback of it; it was mostly static, lacking the give of real flesh, and didn't respond with Venice, didn't change in any way with the arousal of its host, so that he had no real feedback from the object itself what kind of response was occurring. No wonder he couldn't jerk himself...this isn't really made the right way for that, and it can't feel even close to normal.

As he finished up, he turned and immediately flushed at the sight of Venice sitting on the bed. The badger had disrobed entirely, his rather broad and strong body fully available for Harris's eyes to feast on. It served as a rather forceful reminder that he himself was still fully clothed, certainly not properly ready for insertion...but that was resolved in a flash, the rat dropping trou with such remarkable speed that it was obvious he had had perhaps too much practice with it.

"You know..." he couldn't quite stop himself from giggling as he started to line the prosthetic up with his hole. "I just realized something...you could totally nail yourself with this thing."

"Dammit Harris, this is weird enough already."

"Just sayin'." Harris pushed the tool in slowly, and shivered a bit both from the feel of it entering and the sudden gasp and groan from Venice as he did so. It was definitely more akin to using a toy than an analogue of the real thing, and again he found himself wanting more feedback about Venice's state of arousal than it was giving him; however, that wasn't stopping him from enjoying the feel of something filling his backside again, and clearly the badger was enjoying it as well.

Keeping the fake dick moving with his right hand, he brought his left of to stroke himself, getting a practiced rhythm going with both appendages as he picked up the pace. The way Venice was responding now, and how he had the first time, had him suspecting the badger wouldn't last long under his treatment, and he wanted to make sure he got off before he finished Venice lest he be left with a case of blue balls. Getting Venice over to help him out might have been even better, but clearly he wasn't in much of a state to handle that at the moment.

As he suspected, it was only a minute or two before Venice was clearly on the verge, and Harris abandoned decency and lewdly mauled himself to completion just in time, letting out a nice contented hiss that was well drowned out by Venice's shout. The rat's seed splattered out all over the floor, while Venice had had more sense to grab a tissue and let loose in that, carefully collecting it without getting it all over the place, though it smeared a bit across his crotch fur as his hand shook from the effects of his orgasm.

"Phew..." Harris sighed as he extracted the tool from his rear. "Well, that was something else...seems like you liked it, though. Guess it does work well enough for some purposes!"

"Guess so." Venice huffed as he wiped off the dribble. "I...guess I should thank you, though. Even if you did force the issue...well, I don't know if I could have worked up the nerve to ask anyway."

"Hey, it's my pleasure! And I think I can help ya out with providing some feedback, too! There's definitely a lot of ways this thing can be made better, heck, with a little more experimentation I'll bet we could help them really improve their design!"

"Harris..."

The rat stuck out his tongue. "I'm being serious here, ya know! This isn't just a ploy to get you to lay me, I think this is totally cool!"

"You...you do? You don't just...find it freaky?"

"Nah, course not! Sure, it's different, definitely unusual, but it's a cool kind of different and unusual! I mean, you're like part cutting-edge technology right now, it'd be awesome to help it get even more advanced!"

For the first time, Venice felt himself smiling for real. "That...that means a lot to me, Harris. It really does." He paused for a moment. "Why don't you tell me about your thoughts? I can tell what it was like on my end, but, well, there's giving and taking, right?" He found himself brightening up at the rat's eager assent, feeling better than he had in a long time; maybe things didn't have to be so awkward after all.